Chapter 788

Mo Ling carefully holds her cold feet in her heart and hands her arms to Qiao Yanran's mouth.

Qiao Yan ran a Leng.

Mo Ling's voice was very light, like coaxing a child, "jing'er, if you hurt, bite me hard and distract me."

He wanted to taste her sufferings one by one.

Mo Ling doesn't know a few big words and doesn't fool people. He is clumsy and sincere. He wants to take out his heart and make her happy.

"I'm not willing."

Qiao Yan Ran chuckles, the irritability of the heart also disappears without a trace.

Mo Ling touched her hair. "Don't be afraid if you lose your spiritual power. I'll follow you for a moment. Whoever dares to bully our little jing'er, I'll fight with him. I won't let go of anyone who hurt you."

He said, thinking of Xi Yao, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Qiao Yanran's hands and feet were slowly warmed.

After such an accident today, her whole spirit was exhausted, and she fell asleep after a while.

Mo Ling's eyes depicted her eyebrows and eyes, which seemed to be engraved in her heart, and she just looked at them in the middle of the night.

"Diddiddidi -"

when Mo Ling heard that the address book on his waist rang out, he came back to himself and felt it. After seeing the message above, he got up lightly, carefully covered his bedding, pulled out his sword from his waist and went out in a murderous manner.

His anger could not be suppressed.

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the next day.

Qiao Yanran opened her eyes vaguely and rubbed them. When she wanted to sit up from the bed, she inadvertently affected the wound.

The anesthetic is stronger. It hurts a little.

"Lie down."

Mo Ling quickly let her lie down, took the washing utensils to wipe her face and hands, and looked at her carefully.

She looks a lot better.

His face turned white, but his eyes were bright. It seemed that he had a good rest last night.

Qiao Yan Ran sees his eyes full of blood, sink a voice way: "did not sleep last night?"

"I can't sleep very well."

He was afraid to sleep.

I'm afraid she'll be gone if she falls asleep.

Qiao Yan Ran looked at him and felt that he was so cute. She hooked the palm of Gou Mo Ling's hand and said: "that I'll sleep with you later. "

"Dong Dong Dong --"

Chun Xing knocked on the door and came in. She came to Qiao Yanran's bed and said, "Miss, miss, what's wrong with this Yao?"

"What's the matter?"

Qiao Yan ran on this Mo Ling's hand, drank a mouthful of soup, some absent-minded mouth way.

"She, she's dead!"

Spring apricot felt a little happy. She pounded the palm with her fist and said, "I see, Xi Yao deserves to die!

She didn't know what kind of magic she used yesterday, so she put up her cultivation. Last night, she was attacked and died. "

Qiao Yan Ran heard here, sighed, did not speak.

Yesterday, when she was fighting with Xi Yao in the challenge arena, she was a little surprised by each other's talent and ability. If she walked steadily step by step, she would have a bright future.

It's a pity -

it's too radical and too radical. It's a smooth road.

"You go down."

Yanran waved her hand to Qiao.

Spring apricot looked at the Mo Ling in the room, also didn't say much, quietly retreated.

In the room, only she and Mo Ling were left.

Qiao Yan Ran hooked his palm, "yesterday, did you go out?"

Mo Ling's hand with the bowl pauses. He doesn't speak. It's tacit.